There’s no break. No pause. No respite from the vicious way he fucks into me.
I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve taken even one single breath.
My mind is hazy and heady, his power over me intoxicating. All-consuming. So much so that I forget who he’s meant to be in this moment.
“Isaac.”
His name spills from my lips on a low, quiet moan before I can catch it.
Somehow, he hears me over all the heavy breaths and the slapping of skin. He slows his thrusts to a complete stop, one hand moving from my hip to the arch of my back, tenderly brushing down my spine.
“Are you alright, sweetheart?”
“Perfect,” I mumble. “Need to come.”
He chuckles again, and then his body drapes over the back of mine, his hands going to the ropes. I don’t know how he unties them so quickly, but they fall from the headboard, still bound around my wrists. He moves back again, this time bringing me with him until I’m on my knees with my back pressed against his chest. The new position has his cock buried impossibly deep inside me.
“Oh, fuck,” I grunt when he gives another thrust.
One of his hands comes up to my neck, fingers slipping beneath the chain of my collar to wrap around my throat. He doesn’t squeeze, just holds me possessively. Meanwhile, his other hand finds my cock, gripping it in a firm fist. He strokes me from base to tip, twisting his palm around my head in a way that has me throwing my head back against his shoulder, panting heavily.
“Don’t forget,” he whispers in my ear as his thrusts pick up another rhythm. “I haven’t given you permission yet.”
I shake my head back and forth on his shoulder and let out a whine.
“No. Please, Sir. Please, may I have permission?”
“Not yet.”
I whine louder because there’s already a white-hot flame flickering in my stomach, growing, each thrust of his cock and stroke of mine stoking it higher. Every inch of my skin is oversensitive, too aware of everything. Heat, friction, breath. Every muscle in me tightens, preparing for the release.
“Don’t you dare do it, Jackson.” His voice in my ear is a low, quiet threat, producing a spark that only brings me closer. “Unless you want to find out how much more of my crop your ass can take.”
At the reminder, my mind registers the dull ache and the slight sting from my ass slapping against his pelvis.
Fuck, I don’t think my asscantake more.
I hold it back as best I can, but I can feel myself hovering on the brink of that point where all the pleasure turns sharp. A tremor races through me, small but impossible to hide. My breath catches. My fingers curl. Every cell in my body drags me toward a climax, telling me to give in, to stop fighting it.
But Ican’t. I have to begood.
It’s as though he knows. He knows I’m at that tipping point where there’s no turning back, and he doesn’t want me to be bad.
“Come for me, sweetheart.”
It hits me in a way I can never quite brace for when it comes to Isaac.
The world narrows down to blinding pleasure. It’s like falling and flying at the same time, every nerve lighting up in bright, overwhelming relief as the rush of warmth tears through me.
My body shudders as I ride out my orgasm.
Shaking.
Unraveling.
Coming apart in Isaac’s hands.
While I’m somewhere floating far away, I vaguely register his cock pulsing inside me, filling me with his own release, faintly hearing his grunts and growls in my ear.
